Before I watched you die, I watched the dying ( Read more... )

Let them not say:    we did not see it ( Read more... )

The wipers sweep two overlapping hills
on the glass, we are quiet against the
squeaky metronome as we often are
before the concerns of the day well up.
Today: Is it dark inside my body?The wet cedar’s dark of green-gone-black ( Read more... )

She daily effuses ( Read more... )

Life is short, though I keep this from my children ( Read more... )

You wouldn’t know it could feel so redundant ( Read more... )

Dusk fell every night. Things ( Read more... )

The magazine on my lap talks ( Read more... )

I have this, and this isn’t a mouth ( Read more... )

You put on some new pants. I put ( Read more... )